In the Name of Love
I forgot I ate the rest of the ice cream last night, so I'll
just do the next part ice cream-less. And yes, I do already know I'm
weird. Oh, and sorry I didn't label the last part. that was part 8,
but I'm sure you don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure that out.
Now, on to part 9!! Oh, wait!! I remember now! I didn't eat all the
ice cream; I hid all the ice cream in the back of the freezer so my
little sister wouldn't eat it all while I was gone!! That's what
happened to it! Wait a bit while I go get ice cream.... There!
MMMMMMMMMM. OK, I'll just start the part now. Hey, that rhymes. Start
the part, start the part, start the part. *Everyone gives Brittney a
scolding look* OK, OK. I can take a hint. I'll just start writing now.
Holmes blinked twice. The bright lights had temporarily blinded
him, and the shock he had recived still lingered a bit in his joints.
But all his memories were still intact.
"What happened?!" the officer yelled to the one in the room
when he realized Holmes was still himself.
"I don't know. Something went wrong." A familiar voice floated
into Holmes' ears. 'Watson?!' thought Holmes, quite surprised. 'Watson
was behind the controls??' Holmes grinned to himself. 'Good old
Watson. He tampered with the controls to make it the cryptnosis
machine a failure.' But the thought that Watson would not be able to
save him forever and Lestrade was already gone spoiled Holmes' good
The officer guarding Holmes now left him, and trudged towards
the control room. "Here, I'll fix it," the guard called to Watson as
he dragged himself along.
This was Holmes' chance. The thought of escaping never crossed
his mind before because he was so worked up about Lestrade. But now he
decided it was better to have at least a memory of her, if nothing
Holmes expertly wriggled out of the straps attaching him to the
chair and was about to take off the helmet when Lestrade forced the
door to the room open. You could never see a look of more surprise and
happiness than what was on Holmes' face when he saw Lestrade.
"LESTRADE!?" It was all he could say for the moment.
"Oh, Holmes!" Lestrade ran toward him from the doorframe.
Meanwhile, the officer had already fixed the problem when he
saw Lestrade burst through the door. He had been temporarily
dumbfounded at the two detectives' reunion, but now came to his
senses. The officer slammed his hand down on the 'cryptnotize' button
while Holmes was distracted by Lestrade and still had the helmet on.
Lestrade immediately saw the light coming through wires towards
Holmes' head. "Holmes!" she called out. Before she could think twice,
Lestrade yanked the helmet off of his head. The lights reached the
helmet before Lestrade could put it down, however, and Lestrade
suffered the same shock Holmes had.
She dropped the helmet when the machine had let out its puff of
smoke, and fell into a dead faint.
Holmes wasn't sure if the machine could erase your memories if
it just touched your hands, but he sure hoped it didn't. He kneeled
next to her and grabbed her hand. "Beth?" His voice was barely
audible. He looked down on her with watery pale blue eyes, and his
breathing became uneven. Still, Lestrade didn't move.
There! It's finally done! Well, that part anyway. There's
just one more part to go before my fic comes to an end. hope you like
On to Chapter 10!
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